Nathaniel stepped back to give her some space, and she grabbed the bathrobe and clenched it on her body.
“Isn’t it time for you to tell me what your name is?”
She flinched after hearing his question. Her eyes stayed on the ground and whispered,
“I don’t have a name.”
Nathaniel’s eyes squinted and studied her face. Noticing his gaze, she avoided his eyes and let her hair cover her face.
‘She’s lying.’
Nathaniel opened his mouth, about to say something, but she lifted her head and stared straight into his eyes. In that moment, Nathaniel felt chills all over his body, just like that day when she recklessly reached her hand toward him, back in the illusion.
“Give me a name.”
Her next words made him even more surprised. However, after seeing how she gathered the courage to ask him to gi
